English Lit. Week 3. Shakespeare.
I'm enjoying Shakespeare but just felt it was time for something a bit different. So this week I figure I'll slap something in here from my common book.
Prayer.
Prayer changes things
but first it changes me
I call to my father
and he answers me
'Yes' he says and grants my wish
'No' he says as I think why
'Later' sometimes comes the call
'your will be done' say I
For though I pray wanting 'yes'
I know when God says 'no'
It's not because he hates me
but cause He loves me so.
And when my Lord says 'later'
I know it's all in his plan
and I can trust him for
his ways are not those of man.
The good I want cannot compare
to the things that He commands
for though I cannot comprehend
All life is in his hands.
My Lord I dedicate this poem
to you, oh God on high
and apologise for the simple rhymes
I gave it my best try.
Amen.
There it is. I know religion can be a touchy thing but it was just something I wrote after listening to a sermon series about prayer. Writing it really helped me think through what the pastor (in this case a yank called Mark Driscoll) said and despite the childish rhymes it does give a neat little explanation of what I think of prayer. Anywho it's probably the only poem I've written that I'm happy with but don't let that stop anyone criticizing it.
This weeks comment is on Nancy's LJ about MSND and some issues Shakespeare raised: http://nancy-m.livejournal.com/19249.html?view=27185#t27185
Prayer.
Prayer changes things
but first it changes me
I call to my father
and he answers me
'Yes' he says and grants my wish
'No' he says as I think why
'Later' sometimes comes the call
'your will be done' say I
For though I pray wanting 'yes'
I know when God says 'no'
It's not because he hates me
but cause He loves me so.
And when my Lord says 'later'
I know it's all in his plan
and I can trust him for
his ways are not those of man.
The good I want cannot compare
to the things that He commands
for though I cannot comprehend
All life is in his hands.
My Lord I dedicate this poem
to you, oh God on high
and apologise for the simple rhymes
I gave it my best try.
Amen.
There it is. I know religion can be a touchy thing but it was just something I wrote after listening to a sermon series about prayer. Writing it really helped me think through what the pastor (in this case a yank called Mark Driscoll) said and despite the childish rhymes it does give a neat little explanation of what I think of prayer. Anywho it's probably the only poem I've written that I'm happy with but don't let that stop anyone criticizing it.
This weeks comment is on Nancy's LJ about MSND and some issues Shakespeare raised: http://nancy-m.livejournal.com/19249.html?view=27185#t27185